When I post about Proposition 8, I create respectful and well thought-out debate. When I post about karate, I hear from numerous readers about the way karate has affected them or their families. When I post about losing my shit and hollering like a banshee at my children, I get a lot of “me, too” comments. Last week, however, I clearly hit on the mother of all topics, because I have rarely gotten as many comments as I did on my post last week.
Wow. Like, you people have some serious opinions on kindergarten.
J and I appreciate all the feedback. The consensus was that red-shirting will make him bored in school and an extra year will make no difference in his social anxiety, except for all the people who felt he definitely needs to be held because being the youngest will lead directly to a third-grade crack addiction. In other words, there was absolutely no definitive answer. Shit.
The feedback that pushed us over the edge was probably an email from J’s cousin, who has a bit of experience with four-year-olds, given that she used to run a preschool and now teaches early childhood educators. She was emphatic and unequivocal, and she told us what we were already thinking anyway. Send him.
So, while the decision is not 100%, Zachary will most likely be going to kindergarten in the fall. Which scares the living shit out of me, because he may be ready for kindergarten, but I’m not sure that I am.